Chapter 64

Calling a break, Elias gave us thirty minutes to rest and change into our next ensemble. I was able to remove the torture devices called women’s shoes, then guzzled down two bottles of water. It had alwaysseemed so easy and glamorous to be a model, at least on TV. Dress in fabulous clothes. Check. Walk across the stage. Check. Not so. It was standing in a difficult position without moving for minutes on end. It was not being able to scratch an itch or wince at the way your toes were being pinched to death. I decided right then and there that I preferred customer service.

Next, I wore a black, frilly dovetail dress, the front high enough you would have seen my dangly bits had I not been wearing leggings with carefully placed holes all over them. The black motorcycle ankle boots with straps were much more comfortable, thank God. I wore silver elbow-length gloves and a skull-and-crossbones necklace as accessories.